writing used to be an urge for me and that urge has well and truly died [edit - it is hibernating]. it makes me sad reading my old posts. but i don't want to let you go, blog, we've been through so much together! i'll tell you some more. i keep thinking about Big Sur, open roads, deserts, roads, sunshine, water. seeing the devotional paintings today reminded me of the church I found in San Francisco when I was in a bad mood that had dedications and prayers and terrible pleas plastered all over one of its walls. my hands and feet are cold. it is snowing outside, and settling like glitter. i lost a fur hat yesterday but had been given one the day before so it wasn't so bad. but thinking of my little furry one lying cold on a pavement killed me a little. as Chris said, 'I'm sure it will think fondly on you'. i hope so. Chris and I went to Amsterdam. it was cold and expensive. my cats are doing well - Simba has a new basket that she gets embarrassed about sitting in. i'm hibernating but my cerebellar extremities are thawing out a little. i saw this video at the exhibition and it was wonderful.



there you go. verbal diorrhaea all up in yo'grill.